[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/156808813687603201/348740988816326659/Servant_2_2small.png[/img][h1]Urquhart Castle -> Deacon Arms Tavern[/h1]
【 Interacting with Sonja [@vFear]; Albert [@Turboshitter] 】
【 Magical Energy: 1200/1200 】[/center]

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Berserker was in a full sprint away from the scene, awaiting a response from the Master of Assassin. No, right now, he couldn't be called that. If his thoughts had been voiced aloud, then there is no question that they would be insulting, but the circumstances had broken the child. Still, just one more. There had to be more he could save from their fate...
In response to his words, the boy finally raised his voice, at least as much as he could. 

[b]"It's over, Berserker. We're making a full retreat. Zere's... nozing else we can do."[/b]

[i]'Clear your mind.'[/i] An old memory echoed loudly in his head. He couldn't let himself be shaken by this. No matter how much his instincts screamed out for him to turn around and face the merciless beast that took pride in executing the many students, he had to stay in control of himself. His wishes meant nothing, his priority had to stay the same. It had to. The great man resisted every urge to even just tighten his grip of the boy in frustration. 

[color=fff200][b]"There is plenty that can be done, just not right now. Make sure to take action when the time comes."[/b][/color]

He wasn't good with words, but he wanted to comfort the boy. However, he knew that abolishing whatever responsibility that the Master of Assassin had put on himself would be completely wrong. Not all of the details were known to Berserker, but he had seen and experienced enough tragedies to know the burden a man. The only thing the Golden Boy should do, is hope that he walks the right path from now on, whatever that may entail. 

Having been informed by now of the location that they were supposed to meet up in, he didn't head there straight away. In fact, he took a rather roundabout route, running around the area and creating intentional markings to throw off whoever would come after their tracks. Sakata Kintoki wasn't what you would call intelligent, but 'outside' was his forte. If there are trees to be found, then he felt at home. Acting like an animal in the wild came as natural to him as breathing, and after the lengthy detour, he finally found himself satisfied, and went for the Deacon Arms Tavern.

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The door to the tavern flung open loudly, drawing the attention of those inside almost instantly. He was a fair bit late by now, with most others probably having arrived by now. At the very least, the Masters who went together with Sonja. While everyone was staring, he let the exhausted Master of Assassin down, giving him a reassuring smile before sending him on his way. The boy seemed to know his way around, so there wasn't much else for the Golden Boy to do but accept the thanks and go to face his Master. Though, he wasn't given too much time to collect himself afterwards, as one of the few patreons still staring at him now, was in fact his Master. It should have been fairly easy for him to notice, but with his mind scattered, anything that wasn't either an immediate danger or intentionally sought-out had been overlooked. Still, even with the cuts and tears in his shirt, there was no real damage done to his actual body. The skin revealed beneath the clothes still held its natural glamour. His body had to be made of steel or something for cuts that big in his clothes to not even pierce into his flesh. No matter how many times he would recieve thiz gaze from others; One of both wonder and amazement, he would always enjoy it in a rather child-like manner. 

[color=fff200][b]"Yo, Master! I made it back like I said, sorry for havin' to leave ya behind, I couldn't let that kid just stand around and get himself killed!"[/b][/color]

He sounded laid-back over the whole incident, but that was just the role of a Hero. Downplay the suffering so that others can feel safe. Still, in a tavern, there was only one thing to do. Or rather, two in his case. He walked through the bar, his massive figure making even making the most brave stumbling drunkards try to get out of his way as he was headed towards his Master. One fat short fellow bumped into him, almost falling over before being caught by one of the heavy arms, rebalancing him. A quick exchange of apologies and standard courtesy happened between the two in a rather semi-awkward way, but at the very least, it made the atmosphere a bit lighter. It could be considered rude to his Master for him to waste time like this before speaking with her properly, but it was simply the type of person that Kintoki was. After a few more seconds of teasing from other patreons, he went to sit besides Sonja, his massive presence almost entirely overshadowing the young girl. 

[color=fff200][b]"Ah, bartender! Gimme a beer- No wait, two! One for the young lady here."[/b][/color] He hadn't yet turned to face her, instead slouching against the bar before exhaling loudly. It felt like the air within his lungs had been kept there for days. Even if drinking wasn't exactly his favorite thing in the world, it would always be something that reminded him of better times. He could feel his Master's prying eyes on him still. Ah, this was no good. [color=fff200][b]"I'm really sorry Master. 'Always obey your General on the battlefield.' That was a lesson I had to learn in life, and I disobeyed it on the first day."[/b][/color] The drinks were poured and sent across the table to him. For the first time since he sat down, he turned his head her way, sliding the second beer her way. [color=fff200][b]"It ain't the most Golden of drinks, but it will have to do for now."[/b][/color]